Sherry pulled back, and giggled, pulling the ball side-to-side. The tennis ball was gooey with dog drool (eewwww) and it made it a little hard to hang on to as much as she'd like, but Sherry was determined to win.

Even if Bandit was technically winning by grace of having drooled on the ball to begin with and she was still touching it. "Should've gotten a rope instead..." she grunted and held on.